

FULL BLEED: THE PRICE OF FAILURE
Back from DC. Five hours of sleep in the wrong time zone. Managed to break the garage door. Screwed up breakfast twice (of course I had to go out and get it since everything in the house is curdled but for the cream I put in the coffee and it's merely lightly clotted). My soul is about three hours away and everything feels like it's wrapped in faintly tacky plastic the color of old coke bottles. Let's break some news. I danced around this last time, but I'll come right out an


FULL BLEED: THE HORIZON TURNS INWARD
I'm not even going to look and see when I last did one of these. I'm sure it would be an interesting exercise to try and figure out what has changed since then. I'll try to do it from memory. I was probably saying that I was looking forward to a release of a book that I had written in October, some eight weeks from now. The title's even there if you scroll down some. So is the publisher's name. I wasn't shy about either. That information is now outdated. Hell, I'm not even su